As Lyra took a step forward, Alen's body remained rooted to the spot, paralyzed by the overwhelming aura of power that emanated from her. He could feel the weight of her gaze bearing down upon him, each passing moment stretching into an eternity of fear and uncertainty.
"It's finally the ending era, huh?" Lyra remarked, her eyes boring into Alen with a mix of curiosity and disdain. The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, a chilling reminder of the perilous path that lay ahead.
Alen's breath caught in his throat as he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of Lyra's formidable presence. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to flee, to escape the clutches of the ancient vampire before him. But deep down, he knew that there was no escaping the inevitable confrontation that awaited him in the chamber of kings.
